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“You are shitting me!”
The roar echoes through my office as I stand and shove my chair back, sending it flying across the floor to hit the wall behind me. Marching across the office and out to the entrance hall, I see Isla standing there with Jon-Jo, discussing something furtively.
“What the fuck?” I growl, striding over.
Jon-Jo looks over at me. “You saw him? Do you know him?”
“Do I fucking know him? I’ll fucking kill him with my bare hands the next time he sets foot anywhere near this place.”
“We don’t think he’ll come back,” he says, eyes narrowed.
“Oh, he will,” I snarl. “Fucking arsehole.”
Jon-Jo’s expression goes darker. He probably didn’t know if I was talking about him or Dante. Not that it matters. They’re both arseholes.
“Uhm…” Isla murmurs, standing there like a deer in headlights. “What is going on?”
“Nothing,” I snap. “Get back to work.”
Eyes wide, she nods and slinks off quietly, making me feel bad for yelling at her. This has me rattled, though. How? How the fuck did Dante find me? It has to be because of Sophia and her bringing Isla here. She screwed up somehow, and now old enemies are here on my fucking doorstep, and if Dante found me, everyone can find me.
Not acceptable.
“If he turns back up here, shoot him,” I state to Jon-Jo and turn on my heel, crossing back to my office, where I slam the door, needing to vent some of this frustration. Enough is enough.
Dialling Viktor on the laptop, I pull my chair back over to the desk and sit as it rings. He answers quickly.
“Don.”
“Who the fuck is with my sister?”
“Well, this is it, Sir. We don’t think anyone is with her.”
“What?” That has caught my attention in a big way.
“We have scoured the dark web, and we cannot find anything. Our conclusion is there is no man.”
“Fucking bitch,” I growl under my breath. “What the fuck is she trying to pull here?”
“That I can’t answer. But we will keep looking for her. As expected, she has dropped off the grid, so we will have to keep digging.”
“Do that,” I growl, so severely pissed off I’m about ready to murder someone.
Hanging up, I take a deep breath and then make the phone call I was just about to when Dante showed up on my supposedly hidden doorstep.
“Prime Minister,” I say smoothly when he answers. “My apologies for the delay.”
“Not a problem. I know you’re a busy man.”
“Are we on target for the election win next month?” I ask, getting straight down to business.
“Absolutely. The British Independence Party is ahead in the polls, and we are certain we can lock this down on election day.”
“You’d better. I’ve funnelled a hell of a lot of money into your campaign. I expect results.”
“We will deliver, Sir. I can guarantee it.”
“Good, because once this is over with, we need to make sure that tensions with Esteria are escalated. I want that government thrown out, so that Arachon is left in a fit, waiting to see what will happen. Whatever it takes to make waves is a priority going forward.”
